Infants Remembered In Silence (IRIS) - Poems

To Those Who Look Away

To those who look away when I grow teary-eyed walking past the baby department,
look a little deeper. Surely you have some compassion in your heart. To those
who change the subject when I speak my son's name, change your way of
thinking. It just might change your whole life. To those who roll their eyes
and say that we barely had him at all, how could we miss him so much, in my
heart I have seen him live a thousand times. I have seen his first steps, first
day of school, his wedding, and his children. I have him forever in my mind. To
those who say to get on with my life, I have. It is a different life now, the
life of a grieving mother. One with a tremendous amount to be thankful for, but
also one with a lot to mourn the loss of. Do not judge the bereaved mother. I
come in many forms. I am breathing, but I am dying. I may look young, but
inside I have become ancient. I smile, but my heart sobs. I walk, I talk, I
cook, I clean, I work, I AM , but I AM NOT, all at once. I am here, but part of
me is elsewhere for eternity. Do not dismiss me! I have shaped more than just
the future generation. I have released a tiny angel who is watching over you.
Open your eyes to US and you just might see him.

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